(feat. Motive, Celph Titled)



[Verse 1: Apathy]

Ap'll rock it, the results are catastrophic

Whether battle rapper topic or sellin' crack for a profit

Break it down to microscopics, blow it up to larger levels

We Hell's angels and devils, Demigodz Satan rebels

Pull the plug, kick the speaker, if ya got a bitch then beat her

Poundin' on your door with a mask, but not a trick-or-treater

Click your heaters like apartments in winter weather, we gettin' cheddar

Livin' life like you know you won't live forever

Probably only just as far as my luck goes

We fuck hoes who sneaked a snub nose inside they club clothes

An asshole's typin' on his Sidekick at dinner

With a fly chick who'll snicker, when my dick is in her

Secular sinner scary as unprotected sex in cemetaries

I like freak bitches, so fishnets are necessary

Demigodzilla, thug blood spiller

The nine don't fill ya, the rhymes gon' kill ya

 

[Verse 2: Motive]

They say I'm often ig'nant, cocky and ??

'Cause I'm the type to kick it to a chick when she walkin' out of abortion clinic

A verbal menace, in the book of Guinness

Is listed one of the hoodest niggas to spit it and really live it

The difference between me and these MC's with lyrics

The flow fam, is like a grown man goin' against an infant

I'm with your ho man, she's playin' some slow jams

Baggin' my coke grams with her mouth open for me like a dentist

But not for novacaine, your dame's a smuggle trick

So I left a little nut stain on her upper lip

Yo flash my shit but keep a gun in my belt

You know once you in the casket and you huggin' yourself

For you nonbelievers, on your tongue is where I place my heater

It's like I'm checkin' to see if you probably run a fever

Demigodzilla, thug blood spiller

The nine don't fill ya, the rhymes gon' kill ya

 

[Verse 3: Celph Titled]

You hearin' nothin' but mayhem and chaos until the song's over

"Honey, I Shrunk the Kids," and I'm usin' the lawnmower

We hotter than fish grease, glock stashed in the six piece

Fried chicken box with side order of pig's feet

Bullets the size of licorice sticks, but ain't shit sweet

Hollow tips to follow your whip, rip through the kid's seat, homey

It ain't the same down south, I got AK's in my house

Gun permits from Charlton Heston with techs in the den

You guessed it, it's him: Celph Titled the best with a pen

My John Hancock worth more than Thomas Jefferson's

Ever since Ap made me a Demigodzilla

I been chillin' with demons, sippin' Henny, rockin' Tequila

Kidnappin' Miss Mother Nature, watch me impregnate her

Y'all talk gangsta, but really interior decorators

Nobody's iller, we barbecue and grill ya

And we ain't stoppin' 'till the, rhymes done killed ya